Li Mu turned his head to look around and found that in this round of twelve competitions, except for the two opponents in the ring, who were still fighting fiercely, the rest of the competitions in the ring had been completed. That Liu Xianyuan had obviously experienced a duel, just looking at the faint blood stains on his clothes and the senseless expression on his face, he knew the result of the competition.

Ding Qi didn't have the decadent appearance of a loser, walked up to Liu Xianyuan, and talked to him in a low voice.

Li Mu turned his head and stopped paying attention to the two, and walked towards his competition venue, Ring No. 8.

The competition there had also ended, and the crowd of spectators had dispersed a little, Li Mu walked to the Huafan disciple who was sitting in the audience, and handed over a bamboo stick engraved with the number "twenty".

When the disciple was sure that everything was correct, he stood beside him, closed his eyes, and waited for the contest to begin.

After about a cup of tea, all the competitions were over.

The Huafan disciples in charge of each ring began to read out aloud the number of disciples who needed to compete in the ring, and in addition to him, another player with the "thirty-two" bamboo stick in the ring where Li Mu was in hurriedly arrived when the Huafan disciple called the second sound.

After confirming the number of bamboo signs, the disciple waved his hand and motioned for the two to come to the stage to compete.

After standing in the ring, Li Mu looked at the opponent in front of him.

None of the players who can get this far are weak. These people usually cultivate in obscurity, which is why others know very little about them. Correspondingly, disciples with a certain level of strength are at least old people who have been in the business for more than ten years. The one in front of Li Mu was a middle-aged man who looked to be around forty years old.

This person is ordinary-looking, of medium stature, and if it weren't for his empty left arm, he would be an ordinary middle-aged man in the crowd. In his right hand, he held a three-ring broadsword, which was about four feet long, and the back of the knife was extremely thick, with about two fingers, and it did not look light. For a one-handed person, it seems a bit heavy.

But who can stand here is an ordinary person. Martial artists who have practiced the innate exercises, compared to mortals, the strength between their hands alone is much greater. Using such a big sword with one hand should be extremely easy for an innate martial artist.

On the contrary, the one-armed person uses a knife, which may have unexpected moves and power, so be careful to guard against it.

Li Mu was looking at the middle-aged man, and the other party was also looking at him.

In this round of martial arts, a young face like Li Mu, except for a Xue Chucai, was only the woman in red who shone that day. For the young man in his twenties in front of him, the one-armed middle-aged man also felt very unfamiliar.

No matter how he looked at Li Mu, he couldn't feel any strong feeling on Li Mu's body. And Li Mu's white, handsome cheeks made him even more puzzled.

How did this descendant get to this point, and what is his strength?

Just when he couldn't figure it out, the noise of the audience solved his confusion and made him greatly relieved.

"Isn't this the kid who competed with Boss Du that day, and Boss Du died by himself, so that he was able to advance? Why hasn't he been eliminated yet?"

"I saw him draw a free bamboo lottery yesterday, so he advanced!"

"What! Is there such a lucky person in the world?"

"But this time he met the second brother of the golden knife, and his good luck came to an end. ”

"That's it!"

“......”

In the ring, Li Mu listened to the discussions of everyone in the audience expressionlessly. He opened his mouth and said to the middle-aged man in front of him, "This senior brother, can you start the competition?"

The one-armed man turned his senses, and when he heard Li Mu's words, he reminded: "Senior brother, although you can make a move, but you and I will stop at the end of the competition, and if senior brother hurts you, it will not be good." ”

Without saying a word, Li Mu pulled out the evil sword he was carrying behind his back, used his body, and tentatively attacked the one-armed man.

He didn't use 10% of his strength as soon as he got on the field, although it was very likely that he would catch the middle-aged man off guard and win directly. But since the other party is so upright, he simply fights with the other party in a dignified manner. Even if you are defeated, there are talismans that can be reversed. Moreover, fighting against this kind of old disciple with extremely rich combat experience will also improve himself very quickly.

Li Mu took out his sword, a seemingly ordinary sword, and stabbed at the one-armed man at an extremely fast speed.

The man raised his right hand, opened Li Mu's long sword, and then slashed at Li Mu's neck with a backhand.

Although he was ruthless, he didn't seem to have much true qi mixed in, and his speed was only average, so he was dodged by Li Mu at an extremely fast speed.

The two of you come and go, you sword me and I sword, the fight is very lively, but there is no power, the sword intersects, they just rub out a faint spark, and they are a good pair of opponents of equal strength.

Li Mu was not in a hurry to win, he wanted to feel more about the old disciple's fighting style and absorb more combat experience; the one-armed man was not in a hurry to defeat him, and he deliberately suppressed his strength during the competition, but he had the intention of playing tricks on Li Mu.

After dozens of rounds of attacking like this, both of them gradually became angry. Between the exercises, the force is getting harder and harder, and the speed is getting faster and faster.

Li Mu's "Chasing the Wind Step" was used to the extreme, fluctuating like a gust of wind on the stage, and with the rapid attack of the "Stinging Bee Sword Technique", it caused some trouble to the one-armed man. Moreover, the true qi in his body was continuously poured into the long sword, as if there was no loss.

The one-armed man was able to deal with Li Mu's attack with great ease at first, and slowly, when Li Mu's speed reached a certain level, he couldn't calmly attack at will. Under Li Mu's offensive, the strength of the one-armed man "Golden Knife Liu Laoer" was also slowly forced out.

This Liu Lao Er was originally an old disciple who had been in the beginner for more than ten years, he was good at using double knives, and his offensive was like rain, and he also had a lot of fame among the innate disciples. But in the process of an outing mission, his left hand was bitten off by a monster, and his strength was greatly reduced by the loss of one of his arms, and he was once decadent and depressed.

Just when people thought that he was ruined like this, Liu Xianyuan, a well-known widow among the innate disciples, found him. I don't know what to talk about between the two, since then, Liu Lao Er practiced the one-armed knife technique, and gradually, he had some achievements and was named the "Golden Knife" by people. Because he is only Liu Xianyuan, people also call him "Liu Laoer", and the name of Liu Laoer of the Golden Knife has spread far and wide. Over the years, he has also participated in two innate martial arts, and he has achieved the top 20 results, and he is quite conceited in his heart.

This time, in the face of a pink and tender newcomer like Li Mu, he had a lot of mercy from his subordinates, and he just wanted to have fun casually, and then defeat Li Mu and win. But gradually, he found that the opponent in front of him was extremely not simple, and he was not an object that he could easily defeat with seven points of strength.

The strength of the "Golden Knife" was slowly forced out, and Li Mu's body and sword skills were also exerted to the extreme.

In the ring, Liu Lao Er waved his knife with one hand, and Li Mu attacked again and again with extreme precision. The swords clashed and made a crisp sound that spread all around.

Li Mu's figure was as fast as lightning, and the disciples with a slightly lower realm in the audience could only see one afterimage after another, constantly attacking Liu Lao Er in the stage.

The more Liu Lao Er fought, the more frightened he became, he thought that using the True Qi Urging Body Method like Li Mu would definitely not last long, and he would run out of True Qi, and he had never been easily defeated by him. But looking at Li Mu's posture, how can there be a trace of true qi that is exhausted and cannot be supported?

He knew that if he continued like this, he was afraid that he would not be able to support himself first, so after swinging Li Mu's stabbing sword again, he shouted, exerted all his strength, and frantically poured the true qi in his body into the big knife in his hand.

Under the blessing of his true qi, the big knife quickly glowed with a strong golden light, which made people feel dazzling in broad daylight.

Li Mu didn't look directly at its light, his body still didn't stop, and he still ran around Liu Lao Er at a very fast speed. But the sword in his hand had already reached his chest, ready to block the golden sword's attack at any moment.

Liu Laoer's eyes were blazing, looking at Li Mu who was erratic in front of him, as if he wanted to catch the trajectory of his movement. After a moment, a sinister smile appeared on his face, and he looked in one direction and slashed at it with a large sword.

The body of the knife was surrounded by a layer of light more than a foot thick, and it looked dangerous and beautiful.

Liu Laoer's knife was sandwiched by the momentum of wind and thunder, and slashed at Li Mu's figure at an extremely fast speed. Under its power lock, Li Mu only felt that no matter where he avoided, he would not be able to dodge this blow. Therefore, he took a deep breath and fixed his body, and the strong true qi in his body surged out without reservation, forming a cyan shield outside the Evil Sword.

The light of this shield flowed, and it was all constructed from Li Mu's true qi, but it was not like the magic shield of those innate Great Perfection disciples that wrapped the whole body, but relied on the evil sword to form a barrier three feet long, one foot high, and no more than a few inches wide. The true qi that formed this barrier was constantly draining in the air, and it was constantly replenished by Li Mu.

With a loud "boom", Liu Laoer's golden knife slashed heavily on the true qi barrier in front of Li Mu, exploding a golden light in the sky.

But his invincible golden knife could not advance even an inch. Although Li Mu's true qi barrier was thin, it was full of toughness, and it bit Liu Laoer's sword fiercely.

Between the two, there was a stalemate.

Liu Lao Er gritted his teeth and did not withdraw the golden knife, but continued to inject true qi into it, hoping to wear away Li Mu's true qi barrier.

For the competition of true qi, Li Mu is naturally not afraid. How could the true qi content in his body be comparable to that of these innate disciples? Therefore, when he saw that this Liu Lao Er was not able to measure his strength and wanted to compete with him in his true qi, he was naturally not surprised and overjoyed, and accompanied him to the end.

As a result, the audience saw that the two people on the stage who were playing extremely fast and very good-looking suddenly stood still. Liu Lao Er stepped forward with his right foot, the golden knife in his right hand was on Li Mu's sword, gritting his teeth and not knowing what he was muttering, and the light flickered on the golden knife in his hand. Li Mu, on the other hand, maintained the true qi barrier on the sword with a relaxed face, and even looked at the other party with a smile.